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Eighteen
Summer
With Masonat his moms Shaw and I have free rein of the entire house. We started watching a show that developed into little caressing here and there. It became apparent when Shaw began massaging my shoulders, then kissing my neck that he wasn’t interested in the show and therefore he turned the game around on me and I ended up straddling his lap again.
Then when kissing became pretty hot, he slid down onto the floor and lifted my skirt.
Which is where he is now. My legs are open and he’s kissing the inside of my thigh, making his way to the center of my body. I feel the tip of his finger breach my entrance and my body rises from the couch cushion. Shaw’s available hand wraps around my hip and pulls me down and into his mouth. His tongue lashes out and I feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down my seam.
I’m panting already as my fingers thread through his hair and I push him into me.
He hums against me as he moves his finger in and out of me, adding another as my hips move with him accordingly. I moan lightly as his tongue finds my clit, and he lightly flicks my pleasure nub.
I’m almost grinding my hips against his face when I hear the damn phone ringing from the coffee table in front of us. We ignore the phone as he fucks me with his tongue and his finger, bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm and then pulling back to torture me further. He uses his fingers and hooks them inside as he blows on my clit.
When I moan loudly and push his head back to where I want him, the phone rings again. I groan and throw darts at the interruption with my eyes, but Shaw continues on his mission. The phone goes silent again, just as Shaw takes the tiny bud of joy into his mouth and sucks. His fingers are moving in and out of me and suddenly my orgasm is right there. My legs straighten, my back arches, and I grab Shaw’s head and yell his name into the quietness of the living room. A moment later, I can feel my legs and can breathe again, when the phone rings for a third time.
Shaw sits up straight and in quickness he grabs the phone. “What?” he answers in a brash tone, the look on his face in pure annoyance.
“Shit, okay. We’ll be right there, okay. Yeah,” he hangs up and looks at me. “We need to go.” He stands up and holds his hand out to me.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“Mason is in the emergency room, some kind of allergic reaction.”
“Okay. I’ll go um, change and you need to go wash you face,” I tell him as he grabs his keys, adjusts himself and put his shoes on.
“What? Why?” he asks confused.
“Because I just came on your face.”
Hand in hand,Shaw and I are rushing into the emergency room up to the information desk.
“My son, Mason Renner was brought in with an allergic reaction, I’m here to see him?” Shaw rushes out.
“I’m sorry. His father is already in the room with him and his mother. Only two visitors at a time, and they are required to be family, sir.”
“I am the father!” Shaw seethes through a clenched jaw.
“I got this, calm down, getting angry at her won’t help,” I squeeze his hand. “Excuse me, you see the gentlemen who went in with Marie, Mason’s mother is her boyfriend. This is Shaw Renner, his biological and only father.” I turn back to Shaw, “give me your ID?” I show the ID to the nurse and she nods.
“I apologize for the confusion sir, the mother indicated that they were both the parents. We will see that you are able to go back. Would your wife like a visitor badge as well?”
“Oh, I’m—”
“Yes, please.” Shaw says squeezing my hand.
We’re sitting, waiting to go back into the room. He’s nervously clutching onto my hand and my knee is bouncing in anticipation. A moment later Marie and her boyfriend come out of the hallway and lock eyes on us. She walks over to us, just as we stand. Her eyes watch us stand and zero in on our joined hands, then she looks at us both.
“What happened? Where is my son?” Shaw asks.
“Mr. and Mrs. Renner, you are free to go into the room now,” the nurse said.
“Mr. and Mrs. Renner?” Marie asks with a sour look on her face.
“She’s assuming,” Shaw says. “Marie, what happened?”
“I’d like the know the same,” she narrows her gaze again on our hands.
